Thursday, February 20, 2014

Snow-tears

Snow-tears are soft upon the cheekbeneath a brittle porcelain moon;delicate griefs of nocturnal-noonfalling into a gladsome creekthat wends off through a shadow-woodconversing of all things fair and good.Moon-peaks are luminous in the sundraped in blankets of alabaster dust;the clouds in the east are turning to rust:the bonfire-bloom of dawn has begun.But snow-tears still fall with quiet charmand soft on the cheek they do no harm.

About the author

I am a husband and father living in Louisville, Kentucky. Inspiration for my writing includes: the beauty of nature, the human condition, moral philosophy, life and love, all things innocent and wholesome, and my own Catholic spirituality.
I plan on posting an original poem or vignette every few days.
Feel free to critique or comment on any of the works that I have posted, whether old or new.